歌手:Laurie Anderson
专辑:《Bright Red》

作词 : Brian Eno/Laurie Anderson
I live on the highway near the Puppet Motel

I log in every day, I know the neighborhood well

Now about the residents of the Puppet Motel

They're more than a little spooky

And most of them are mean, They're runnin' the numbers

They're playin' cops and robbers
Down in their dungeons inside their machines

Cause they don't know what's really real now
They're havin' fourth dimensional dreams
Their minds are out on bail now
And real is only what it seems

And all the puppets in this digital jail
They're runnin' around in a frenzy in search of the Holy Grail
They're havin' virtual sex, They're eatin' virtual food
No wonder these puppets are always in a lousy mood

So if you think we live in a modern world

Where everything is clean and swell

Take a walk on the B side of town down by the Puppet Motel

Take a whiff, Burning plastic

I drink a cup of coffee I try to revive

My mind's a blank I'm barely alive

My nerves are shot I feel like hell

Guess it's time to check in at the Puppet Motel

Boot up, Good afternoon, Pause

Oooo, I really like the way you talk
Pardon me, Shut down